Cold Silence

ody

d combination to waste especially if it's his. Karim stood beside him with the same gruff expressi

f my hands over his neck and one of his hands were on my waist while the other held my other hand. I

Captain Carter asks, my

eyes, "Ah, ye

all over his face, "We could pass f

I also don't feel like going anywhere near where Mr Ambr

cidentally step on his foot every two minutes, and he would make a funny face. I really didn't mean harm, bu

step is on Captain

unny face as he twirled me around

g for a moment who I'm avoiding at all

e, stepped on his foot once more. Only the difference this time is that it's on

ase tell my au

he says, and I started to burst out laughi

you can't

r," he says, and even if he did feel the pain, h

ne like

After that, I accidentally stepped on his foot onc

mbrose stood, only to see him gone. I frowned at Karim, who stood alone with a deeper frown than I. People started to avoid him by not

did Mr Ambrose go? I don't really mind him as the one being ambushed by a lawn mower, as lo

king me feel guilty. I was with him, but at the sa

cept maybe my next pay cheque

ooked at one direction. I followed their line of eyesight, only to witness something more horrible than Ella tor

ng with a lady, specifi

as hot as the boiling water that Leadfield used in cooking the potatoes in our every meal. He acts as if women can't

t foot once more. He whistled lowly, "Such violence," he said

s smiling face, "From one to t

was in deep thought before he gave me a

as thinking of my next step being on Mr Ambrose's face, rather than Captain Carter's foot. I was also thinking about his face bei

g rated eleven out of ten, then I woul

ion as if he measures his steps. His face never showed any expression at all. Ho

s time it was more painful than the rest. It was only until Captain Carter halted, maki

says, giving me a sad smile as he p

chair where I sat before we dance

d the chair, only to find that Karim stood just beside it. The

ent issues. He really should

, "Yes, please." I answered as I looked up to his towerin

s held sincerity and something else I

to show him, "The secret

own his shoes. I think he was trying to wiggle his toes

mped on my chair. I didn't even care about the nagging voice of Aunt Brank at the back of my head, lecturing me about proper posture.

ludes my bla

e cold look in his eyes that froze me on the spot. I didn't move as he advanced towards me in a straight line. He didn

Ambrose is

it, still not moving. He stared at me, and with an

secretaries. Immediately, I took his hand and stood up. My feet was still aching, so I was trying to walk slowly. But then, the mome

n't seem to notice that he was hurting me, because his posture didn't change, nor did hi

nd on my waist. After that, my right hand met his left one. His jaw was taut as we moved. Or rather, as he moved. Like wha

laring at him with my every turn and step. He was staring straight in my eyes as we moved, with the same expressionless face

east fiv

k like noticing anything. That fact angered me more, so I kicked him yet again. But still, his face was as emot

r Ambrose muttered, barely moving his lips

continued to move me, "It's Mi

ers back. I rolled my eyes once again, so he added,

I, so it was no use. I even accidentally stepped on his feet as I resisted every time he moves me. I was practically helpless without

be proud that I made a rainbow. And Uncle Bufford wil

brose says as his grip on me tightens, probab

well," I snapped as he moved me. I didn't res

t, if I say so myself," he says,

have me stepping o

me to the left, almost mak

ound for the next dance step!" I exclaimed as I s

expression about his foot getting squ

"You should learn a thing

lready know a lot of things, Mr Linton. Un

a lot of things, t

thank me,

I expressed my utter gratitude by stepping on his right foot. I did i

saw fire flickering for a moment, before it died down. We swerved away from the dancing couple of Lieutenant Grey and Maria, to

arter you speak of?" Mr Ambrose d

he is!" I answered

eyes at me, "Is

ooking at me. I think her eyeballs just rol

dee

es

nds on my waist tightened its grip. His touch was surprisingly on fire

wered, witho

my eyes, and this time the fire in them weren't just a flicker.

lump in my throat,

eyes away from mine. He took two steps backward befo